by loh pei yi
You sense the steady drumbeats of the first drops of rainfall that swiftly hurtle from the sky through the tactile receptors on your skin, from your cosy little home under a tree log.
write something worth reading.
by loh pei yi
You sense the steady drumbeats of the first drops of rainfall that swiftly hurtle from the sky through the tactile receptors on your skin, from your cosy little home under a tree log.
by hannah ang
I never write with fullstops
I never know where to place them
[…]
by loh pei yi
I’m not kidding. Yes, I AM the future! Son of Present, grandson of Past!
by tyrina toh
(101 words per day, with the exception of the final revelation)
by samuel siow
I open my eyes again. I am lying down, it is dark and confined in here, I could hear sounds of sadness and the pitter-patter of raindrops.
by mavis teo
Their newest, fanciest project (the one I’m trying to push my species into) was recruiting volunteer species to be placed into an artificial environment.
by zack soh
If you’ve ever wanted to write a poem, or even just read and comment on one, then this guide is for you.
by david cheng
There she was standing,
Off in the distance.
by dee pei hui
The Grandor was working on a disc, something like a CD. He left the room for a while to retrieve something from his office.
by tyrina toh
Written from the perspective of an awkward individual, should be taken with a pinch of salt (because if used unsparingly, the other party might feel assalted.)